Chapter 15
David sank into the warm bubbles and pulled Zita toward him so she lay against his chest. The sex had been hard and fast, and had left them both satisfied.
Zita sighed as the water reached her chin. “This is amazing.” She ran her hands down his legs and he stirred.
Would he ever get enough of her? He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her stomach, kissing the top of her head. She felt so right against him. Her body fit to his, and was warm and lithe. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“How could I not?” She lifted his legs so they curled around her. “I’ve got my sexy boyfriend all to myself for the whole weekend.” She sounded contented.
He was relieved. He’d worried she might have been too concerned about what was happening at Casa Flanagan to relax. Watching her excitement over the plane and the hotel room had made him realize how lucky he’d been in his life. He took this kind of luxury for granted, and her reaction had humbled him.
He massaged her shoulders.
“David, that feels incredible.” Zita tipped her head to give him better access.
He loved how responsive she was. She made him feel good about himself, and he’d been missing that. His relationships until now had been so superficial.
“I might stay in this bath forever.”
He chuckled. “The water will get cold eventually.”
“All right then, but I’m not leaving this room,” she said, her voice low.
“We can stay here the whole weekend if you want,” he told her. “The room service menu is good.”
“We should definitely get room service for dinner.”
“Whatever you want.” He pressed a kiss against her neck.
“Careful, if you’re too agreeable, it might go to my head.” She sat up and turned around, lying with her back on the opposite side of the tub. She took his foot and started massaging it. “You deserve some pampering as well.”
Her fingers felt so good, but he didn’t need pampering — that wasn’t the point of the weekend. He tried to take his foot away, but she held it tight.
“You said whatever I want,” she said. “And I want to pamper you.”
He couldn’t argue. “All right.” He picked up one of her feet and started massaging.
She grinned. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”
“No. I love touching you.” The emotion that came with the realization was so strong he closed his eyes. He’d never felt so strongly about someone before. Opening his eyes, he looked directly at Zita. It hit him like a punch in the gut.
He loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
Loving her was like having the happiness of every brilliant day of his life rolled into one.
He frowned. But what if she didn’t feel the same way? They hadn’t known each other for very long.
Zita closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. “It feels so good.”
He ignored his concerns. She was right, it did feel good, right, content.
He would bask in their weekend together and tell her how he felt when the moment was right.
***
Was it was possible to overdose on indulgence? If so, Zita was in danger of doing so. After their bath the night before, they’d ordered room service and spent the night talking. Now she was snuggled among a mountain of pillows and a thick quilt, watching David sleep. He looked so peaceful, and her heart swelled. He’d done all of this for her. He had to care for her to go to so much effort.
Not able to resist, she brushed the hair off his face and pressed a kiss against his cheek. His eyes opened and he smiled at her. “Morning, beautiful.”
